“I see,” Celia said carefully. “That is a compelling argument, Teach. I do love you.” She looked over at Jake and they shared their own look with each other. “And I love you as well.”
“I know,” Jake said, speaking the truth.
“If we were to do this,” Celia said, “where would it end? Is it a one-time thing?”
Laura shrugged. “I suggest we give it a try and just go where it takes us. If we like it and decide to do it again, there’s nothing wrong with that, is there? As long as all three of us agree that we want to do it again. That should be rule number one in this thing. Everyone has to want to do it, or it is not done.”
“That’s a good rule,” Jake offered. He was starting to sense that Celia was leaning in favor of the proposition and his nervousness at discussing the subject was gradually being replaced with sexual excitement.
“And rule number two would have to be that it only happens between the three of us,” Laura added. “No Celia and Jake getting together on their own. No Laura and Celia getting together on our own.”
“You and I still get to do it on our own though, right?” Jake asked, just for clarity. He was not going to trade away his normal marital fucking for sporadic threesomes, even it was with Celia Valdez.
“Well, yes,” she said, looking at him as if he were a dolt. “Naturally.”
“Just making sure,” Jake said.
They looked over at Celia, who had a thoughtful expression on her face.
“So ... anyway,” Laura said, “that’s what we wanted to ask. That’s our nefarious plot. If you say no, our feelings won’t be hurt. We will understand. Won’t we, sweetie?”
“Totally,” Jake said.
“An interesting proposition,” Celia said.
“We thought so,” Jake said.
“What do you say?” Laura asked softly.
“What do I say?” Celia said. She smiled. “I say: let’s go upstairs and get naked.”
Laura smiled. “Let’s do it,” she said.
They were all dripping with pool water and had to dry off first. They tromped upstairs to Celia’s expansive master suite with its huge King-sized bed. They walked by the bed and into the master bath, which had an enormous jacuzzi tub and a large glass-enclosed shower stall, both of which looked out over a second-floor deck and the ocean. Celia closed the blinds to keep prying eyes from observing their business and then handed out large bath towels to her guests. And then, without fanfare, she pulled off her bikini top and tossed it into the bathtub. While Jake and Laura stared at her exquisite breasts in awe, she pushed down her bottoms as well and then used her foot to kick them into the tub too. Their eyes drifted from her breasts down to her nether region, which had been shaved smooth and was completely hairless. Her lips were already swollen and congested.
Celia looked at the two of them still standing there in their swimming suits, their eyes drinking her in. “This had better not be the part where you tell me this whole thing was a practical joke,” she warned.
“No, not at all,” Jake said quickly.
“Then get those fucking swimsuits off,” she barked. “I’m starting to feel awkward here.”
“Right,” Jake said. He quickly pushed his shorts down and kicked them into the tub as well. His manhood was already quite interested in the game being played and stood up proudly. Celia looked at it and sighed contentedly. It had been so long since she had seen one in the flesh. Far too long. And she knew from personal experience that Jake knew how to use his weapon—although Laura did not know that she knew this, and Celia and Jake had passed a few non-verbal communicative looks of their own and reached an agreement that she would remain ignorant of this information.
Laura quickly took off her top and bottoms as well. Her nipples—which had grown along with the rest of her breasts—were standing at attention. She had shaved herself this morning and only had the little landing strip of copper colored hair on her pubis. Her lips were swollen and ready for action too. She could not wait to get her hands and mouth on Celia’s body. Could not wait to see her husband’s member sliding in and out of that Venezuelan vagina.
They all used the towels to dry themselves off and then tossed them in the bathtub as well. Celia then led them into the bedroom once more. They closed all the blinds and turned on the lights. Celia tuned the radio to a soft-rock station and adjusted the volume to a low-to-moderate background level. The three of them then turned and looked at each other, indecisive about how to begin things.
Laura finally made the first move. She walked over to her husband, pressed her naked body against his, and pulled his head down for a kiss. It was a kiss of passion, their tongues swirling together while her hand slid down and grasped his erection gently, stroking it up and down a few times. She then broke the kiss and let go of him. She turned to Celia and walked over to her.
“Your turn,” she said softly, holding out her arms.
Celia stepped into them. They held each other tightly and Laura pulled Celia’s face to hers. A moment later, they were kissing each other, their tongues in each other’s mouth while their breasts pushed together. Laura slid her hands around to Celia’s backside and grasped her butt cheeks, feeling them, caressing them. Jake watched them, his excitement rising, but wondering what that etiquette was here. Should he go join the embrace? Or should he wait until he was directed to do something?
Again, Laura showed the way. She broke her embrace with Celia and then guided her over to Jake. “Now,” she said, looking at both of them, “it’s your turn.”
Jake and Celia looked at each other for a moment, both of them nervous, both excited. They did not move until Laura put her hands on their backs and prodded them forward. And then their naked bodies were against each other. Jake felt the press of her hard nipples against his chest, the touch of her bare thighs against his, the exquisite sensation of his erection pushing again the soft skin of her pubis. He saw lust in her eyes as they looked at each other, but love as well. His own expression mirrored hers.
“Go ahead,” Laura whispered, excitement quite plain in her voice. “Kiss each other. You know you want to.”
They did want to and, now that they had been given official permission, they did so. Jake put his mouth to Celia’s and they kissed lustfully, passionately. Celia, he was reminded, was a very good kisser, with soft, pouty lips and a slippery tongue that she used skillfully. She tasted of green tea and smelled of chlorine, though he was now beginning to catch the odor of her arousal drifting up to compete.
“Yes,” Laura half whispered, half moaned. “This is so fucking hot. I knew it would be.”
When their kiss broke, Laura put her hands between them and pried them apart. She pointed to the bed and looked at her husband. “Come on,” she said. “Let’s make her feel good.”
“Okay,” Jake said, a little breathless.
They laid Celia down on the bed on her back and went to work on her as a team. Jake kissed her some more while stroking her stomach. Laura kissed her neck and then worked her way down to her breasts. She took the left nipple into her mouth and began to suckle it while her hands stroked up and down Celia’s thighs, staying well clear of the junction between them for the time being. Jake then broke contact with her mouth and kissed his way downward, nibbling on her earlobe for a moment and then following her jawline downward onto her shoulder. He licked her armpit for moment, finding that this was a particularly erogenous zone for her.
“Madres de Dios,” she moaned as she felt his tongue there.
He kept it up for a few moments and then continued his journey south, soon arriving at her right breast. He began to suckle her, letting her feel the sheer bliss of having both nipples sucked simultaneously. She put her hands to the back of their heads and pulled them tighter. Laura, meanwhile, let her hand drift upward and finally slide along Celia’s inner thighs. Celia opened her legs widely as she felt this.